You know what I hate? Caty girls. The real pretty ones that always are in a group.
I’m in the middle of group work, it’s break time, don’t worry, and no matter what I say or how loud I speak, no one listens to me. Or if they do, they talk down to me.
I’m an outsider. I’m not from here therefore, I don’t have friends here.
I just got the dirtiest look. Maybe you are better than me, but I’m tired of you. All of you.
Thank God this will be over soon.
And people wonder why I dislike people.
And on top of it all, my stomach is killing me.